"I want you, now." Seeing the chaos of a large crowd coming to greet him, Mariah Carey leaned into his ear and whispered a word, and then went to socialize with others as if nothing had happened.

Her boldness made Song Ya's heart flutter, and she glanced at her graceful back wrapped in gorgeous evening clothes, and couldn't help but recall the wonderful time the two of them were in the dressing room last time, swallowing her saliva, "Uh, I'll go to the bathroom, I'm not with you." ”

It's too hard to 'get things done' at this kind of high-end dinner, and in his experience, the only chance is in the remote bathroom, and he imagines the thrill and excitement of the meeting while he starts to find a place with his long legs.

"APLUS, congratulations."

"Congratulations on winning the single of the year, APLUS."

People passing by greeted him one after another, unlike last year, now he is almost unknown to everyone, and winning the Grammy Ton Award also proves his strength in all aspects, including public relations, which people can't help but look at differently.

"Thanks, thanks, hello, YO, how is your brother?"

He hurried all the way, but was still stopped, "Hey, APLUS, will you go for the Soul Train Music Awards on March 10th?" ”

BABYFACE WAS THE ONE WHO COULDN'T GET RID OF IT WITH A FEW WORDS, SO HE HAD TO STOP AND CHAT WITH HIM, "OF COURSE I will, thank you for helping me get the nomination, and thank you for your help with the grammys." ”

In the Black Own Soul Train Music Awards, Songya and Mariah Carey were nominated for Best Rhythm & Blues and Soul Groups with Empire State of Mind, exactly the same nomination award as AMA (American Music Awards), but this time the fan votes were useless, and Quincy Jones and Russell Simmons had more influence in this award, and the winning situation was not optimistic. Of course, the influence of this kind of award is far less than that of the Grammys, and it is nothing if you can't get it, but because it is a pure black award, you still have to go, otherwise it will make a fuss about people.

"It's nothing, I said it earlier." BABYFACE RAISED HIS GLASS AT HIM, "WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A COUPLE OF RECORDS ON LAFACE THIS YEAR. ”

Song Ya knew that the other party was alluding to the joint propaganda, "I heard that the first album of the three girls in TLC also has the original soundtrack of stealing the heart saint, right?" ”

"Not only that, but also my single End Of The Road with Boyz II man." BABYFACE DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING POLITE TO HIM.

"Okay, no problem." This was also expected by Song Ya, and it was all due to be rewarded, "In April, Escuber is going to Chicago to attend the Lollapalooza music festival, and I will have a party to entertain him, and there will be people on the east and west coasts." ”

"OK, I'll go over when I'm free." The songs that participated in Songya's joint publicity program last year include Songya's own singles, as well as . A's album Niggaz4Life, Escubber's album Death Certificate, Professor Grand's Main Source debut album Breaking Atoms, and Rakim's album Don't Sweat the Technique all sold well.

And BABYFACE was more self-contained last year, and did not include his own selection album A Closer Look in the joint promotion, and since he opened his mouth this year, everyone should naturally repay him.

"Welcome, uh, I'm ......" Song Ya raised her leg and was just about to say goodbye and leave, BABYFACE asked again, "Is it still the same group last year?" ”

"Uh, almost, there's a change on the West Coast, you know......"

Song Ya had to continue chatting with him, "Big E and Dre they also fell out, and we plan to put . A's ruthless record kicked out and replaced Dere's death row record to continue to cooperate. ”

"Death row records?" BABYFACE SLOWLY TOUCHED HIS CHIN AND THOUGHT ABOUT IT.

"UH, BABYFACE, MY ......"

"Okay, but you have to be careful of Sugnette from Death Row Records, that's a guy who doesn't follow the rules, have you heard of his methods against vanilla ice?"

"What? The kind of person he would have with vanilla ice? ”

"It's not for that big hit single Ice ice baby ......," BABYFACE began to talk about gossip.

Sugnight once helped a black musician 'recover copyright fees' from Vanilla Ice, but he handled it differently, rumored to have rushed into Vanilla Ice's hotel room, grabbed one of the other party's feet and hung upside down from the balcony, and threatened to fall to death if he didn't pay money.

"Vanilla Ice, that guy is really unlucky."

Song Ya sighed, and at this time, the figure of Mariah Carey appeared in her sight, she pretended to go to the cold food table to get food, turned her head and glared at herself.

"I want to too, can't I get out!?" Song Ya secretly screamed in her heart.

"Yes, it's really hard for white rappers to mix in the circle, and Sugnette went back to Los Angeles to show off about it, and people in the rap circle applauded it." BABYFACE PURSED HIS LIPS AND WAS VERY DISDAINFUL OF THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOR, "WE AND HE ARE ONLY LIMITED TO PUBLICIZING COOPERATION, DON'T GET TOO INVOLVED." ”

"I know, don't worry."

"Didn't you ask me about Motura inviting me to make a single for Mariah Carey?" BABYFACE OPENED ANOTHER TOPIC, "YOU KNOW WHAT? The Empire State of Mind you created for her was stressing me out and I was hesitating......"

"Uh...... "Babyface, you weren't a chatter before!" Song Ya didn't want to talk anymore, so she clamped her legs and made a bitter face, "I'm sorry, let's ...... next time"

"Okay, okay, sorry." BABYFACE WAS TRICKED, "GO AHEAD, THE BATHROOM IS OVER THERE, ......"

"Okay, we'll talk later."

Song Ya walked in the direction he pointed, no, there are too many people in this place, and the female guests are still queuing, he hurriedly went around a few places, all of which are not suitable, there is no 'remote' toilet in the banquet hall of a place like the World Trade Center, "By the way, emergency exit." He walked down the stairway again, "No, there should be surveillance ...... that kind of place."

He also heard Motula's voice near the hallway, as if he was arguing with MJ's agent, Sandy Glenn, "I don't want to see anything like this happen in the Black or White MV again!" You go back and tell him, and tell Oprah all the things I told him to say, or ......"

"Otherwise what?" Sandy Glenn sneered, "Do you think you can get him to say what he doesn't say?" ”

"I'm doing it for his good, Sandy."

"We're all doing good for him."

Song Ya circled around like a fly without a head, and had no choice but to go back to find Maria Carey, "Mimi, I can't find a suitable place." He whispered.

"It's fine."

Mariah Carey shook her hair, "I was just on the spur of the moment. She gestured to the ice cube in her glass, "It's calmer now." ”

"Uh, well, I've got to get some ...... too"

Song Ya also needed something to pour out the fire, so he picked up the cup, got some water, and went to pick up the ice cubes.

"Humph!" It turned out that she was still dissatisfied.

"Girl, you don't know how much I crave you for me." Song Ya said in her ear.

"Wait for my call at night." She spoke suddenly.

"What?"

"Wait for me to call, but don't call."

"yes, okay."

Back at Tribeca's house, he took a cold shower, lay on the bed, his phone was at hand, and as the minutes passed, he tossed and turned, his mind full of the seductive figures of the other party, the first meeting at the Palace of Auburn Hills, hugging and kissing each other in the studio, recording songs together, dancing together on stage, reaching the podium together, and finally being honest with each other in the dressing room......

It's too hard to sleep

I got the sheets on the floor

Nothing on me

And I can't take it no more

it's a hundred degrees

"Whew...... I'll have to take another cold shower. Song Ya got up.

At this time, the phone rang, it was her.

“Mimi。”

"You're ......," she said, giving an address on the Upper East Side.

"Aren't there any reporters at the door?"

"No, reporters won't be in this neighborhood."

"But there are a lot of reporters downstairs in my house."

"That's your problem." She hung up.

Song Ya calmly planned in the room, "Taraji, is my fake beard still there?" Old Mike, lend me one of your jackets. "He started to solve the problem.

"What do you want to do?" Taraji asked.

"I'm going out on a trip, alone." He pulled out a few cash sheets from the cookie jar under the bed.

"Can you get rid of the reporter?" Old Mac brought a hoodie, "It's better than a jacket." He threw him another pair of flat glasses.

"It's okay, you taught me to change my walking posture and posture, right?"

"Be careful."

"I understand."

He put on his makeup and stepped out the door.

I got one foot out the door

Where are my keys?

"Uh, give me the house key."

He put on a mustache and glasses, hid his head in his hat, arched his back, made his body look a little rickety, and deliberately changed his walking posture. Instead of going to the usual underground parking lot, I walked generously from the main gate of the building to the street.

No reporter linked him to the big red APLUS.

Cause I gotta leave， yeah

In the back of the cab

I tip the driver， head of time

Get me there fast

I got your body on my mind

I want it bad

Ooh， just the thought of you gets me so high， so high

Walk to the intersection and wave to stop a small yellow, and report the address, "Drive faster, brother." He said in a thick voice to the black driver with dirty pigtails.

“Okey。” The driver didn't recognize him either, "There's an NGer going to the rich area, I got it." ”

The other person turned on the radio, and it was the Empire State of Mind of the two, "I grew up in Chicago, and now I am walking in New York......" The driver sang along.

In the early hours of New York morning, the never-extinguishing neon lights are reflected in the car windows, turning into shining rays of light as the speed of the car increases.

"Dude, do you like APLUS? This kid is so bitten, those white chicks are crazy about him, fighting, tearing clothes, Ho! ”

Song Ya ignored him.

"Whoa...... Table tennis! Ada! The driver, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other, gestured as if to describe the brawl between Petge and Mira, and then let out a trademark Bruce Lee shout.

Girl， you're the one

I want to want me

And if you want me， girl， you got me

There's nothing I know I wouldn't do， I wouldn't do

Just to get up next to you

Girl， you're the one

I want to want me

And if you want me， girl， you got me

When you arrive at the door of an Upper East Side townhouse, it's very quiet and peaceful, with no paparazzi and no glitz and bustle of other places in Manhattan.

"No need to look for it." Song Ya threw a big bill to the other party, got out of the car, walked forward, and waited for the taxi to move away, then turned around and pushed open the hidden garden door, walked through the small garden, came to the door of the villa, and took a deep breath.

There's nothing I know I wouldn't do， I wouldn't do

Just to get up next to you

He raised his hand, only to find that the door was also hidden......

"Come up." From upstairs came the voice of Mariah Carey.

Close the door, go upstairs, and walk into the room where the only light is on.

Except for the seductive smile, she was empty, writhing like a model on the catwalk, slowly approaching.

'Smoke and flattery' Song Ya suddenly popped up an idiom in his head.

The neck was climbed by both hands, "baby, I'm yours." Looking at each other, she bit her red lips lightly, and her love words were straightforward and hot.

Girl， you're the one

I want to want me

And if you want me， girl， you got me

There's nothing I know I wouldn't do， I wouldn't do

Just to get up next you

Just to get up next you

Just to get up next to you

Just to get up next to you